The Sydney International Exhibition (Henry Kendall Poems)
Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth setA shining foot on hills of wind and wet-Far haughty hills beyond the fountains ...
Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth setA shining foot on hills of wind and wet-Far haughty hills beyond the fountains ...
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
JanuaryThe first fair month! In singing Summer's sphereShe glows, the eldest daughter of the year.All light, all warmth, all passion, ...
AH, to be by Mooni now! Where the great dark hills of wonder, Scarred with storm and cleft asunder By ...
The grand, authentic songs that rollAcross grey widths of wild-faced sea,The lordly anthems of the Pole,Are loud upon the lea.Yea, ...
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen;Only ...
Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away,Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not ...
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
A CLAMOUR by day and a whisper by night, And the Summer comes-with the shining noons,With the ripple of leaves, and ...
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
Just a shell, to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings,Like the song that once I loved so, softly ...
"Shut your ears, stranger, or turn from Ghost Glen now,For the paths are grown over, untrodden by men now;Shut your ...
The rain-clouds have gone to the deep —The East like a furnace doth glow;And the day-spring is flooding the steep,And ...
Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder,And the shouts of the desert-wind break,By the gullies of deepness and ...
Where Hornby, like a mighty fallen star,Burns through the darkness with a splendid ringOf tenfold light, and where the awful ...
THE PRIESTS and the Levites went forth, to feast at the courts of the Kings;They were vain of their greatness ...
Said the yellow-haired Spirit of Spring To the white-footed Spirit of Snow,"On the wings of the tempest take wing, And leave me ...
TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves ...
Dim dreams it hath of singing ways,Of far-off woodland water-heads,And shining ends of April daysAmongst the yellow runnel-beds.Stoop closer to ...
Another battle! and the sounds have rolled By many a gloomy gorge and wasted plainO'er huddled hills and mountains manifold, Like winds ...
A grace that was lent for a very few hours,By the bountiful Spirit above us;She sleeps like a flower in ...
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